Chapter 502

No.1

He'd never shared these connections, watching her humiliation unfold...

Julian's glacial stare swept over her.

He knew precisely who'd spread the rumors.

PetStar's corruption ran deeper than he'd imagined.

The so-called premium pet food company was a shell operation—its factory crammed with scrap metal, products outsourced from unlicensed manufacturers.

They'd scammed consumers with marketing gimmicks, then faked reports for IPO profiteering.

And Melissa had been foolish enough to imprison Evelyn there.

A self-inflicted disaster.

No.2

The irony? Evelyn had been ten steps ahead.

She'd not only uncovered PetStar's fraud but initiated a short sell strategy.

Now Evan took credit for it all.

"The editor-in-chief and I noticed red flags immediately at headquarters," Evan narrated smoothly. "I scouted the layout during a coffee run, relaying intel through coded messages..."

Every word came from Evelyn's coaching.

But secrecy was paramount.

Recognizing the cup's hidden symbols, Evelyn had contacted Triad Hyde to short the stock.

Now Hyde reaped millions while Melissa and Penelope faced ruin.

No.3

Isabella Winslow had rewarded their anti-Evelyn efforts with discounted PetStar shares.

Melissa's gamble for redemption became worthless paper overnight.

Penelope fared worse—savings obliterated, drowning in debt.

Their plan? Lock Evelyn and Evan without food or water for two days.

Ideally capturing compromising footage.

Instead, surveillance cameras were dismantled within hours.

Evelyn arrived prepared with ample supplies, investigating and drafting exposés while Hyde gathered evidence externally.

Now Melissa understood Evelyn's "go count your funeral money" taunt.

No.4

Empty threats met with devastating financial retaliation.

......

With Julian and Eleanor present, the Wells family performed instant reversals.

"A misunderstanding," Mrs. Wells backpedaled with strained cheer. "We were misled—"

Eleanor's laugh was arctic. "How convenient—words change with the wind."

The matriarch resorted to theatrics: "What more do you want? She's unharmed!"

Her bony finger jabbed toward the entertainment department staff. "Ganging up on elders now, are we?"

The Wells family's hypocrisy was nauseating.

No.5

They had started the conflict, yet now blamed the victim for not being forgiving enough.

Evelyn Sinclair watched the farce unfold with cold detachment.

Evan Wells suddenly rushed to the window, threatening to jump.

"I can't live with this shame!" he screamed hoarsely. "Editor Sinclair saved my life, and this is how you treat her?"

The room erupted in gasps.

Panicked, the Wells family scrambled to restrain him.

"It was Penelope Pope who made me frame Editor Sinclair!" Evan shouted, eyes bloodshot. "She ordered me to sabotage the Monthly Summit, then sent me to spy on Kingsley Group's trade secrets!"

Penelope turned deathly pale, her back drenched in cold sweat.

No.6

The ugly truth lay exposed before everyone.

Her Finance Department colleagues regarded her with open contempt.

"Such despicable tactics..."

"Disgracing Horizon Media's reputation..."

The whispered condemnations cut into Penelope like knives.

Evan continued his damning testimony. "If not for Editor Sinclair's mercy, I'd have lost my fingers to loan sharks!"

Only then did the Wells family grasp the gravity of the situation.

Old Mrs. Wells dropped to her knees before Evelyn. "Our benefactor, we were blind..."

No.7

Eleanor Kingsley stepped between them in disgust. "Save your theatrics!"

Chaos ensued.